Like A Virgin

My husband thinks I was a virgin when we got married, everyone does. The answer is really yes and no. It all depends on how you look at it. I prefer to think that I was like a virgin. I had never had sex with a man. But, I had been penetrated with a cock though. But it wasn't real and it was by a woman. A woman that I respect, fear, and love. She's was my school mistress, now she's my mistress and will always be. She's very attractive and real sexy if you look close or catch her off guard.

I thought she hated me at first, the way she'd punish me so often. That was until I realized that I was in fact her favorite. Her nipples poked out when she spanked my hands with her ruler. We were all way too old for spankings now, why did she insist on giving them. They turned her on, that's why. One day we were alone in the library together. I wrote her a little note and boldly walked over and handed it to her. The note said : I know your dirty little secret. You get horny spanking us girls. Slapping against our tight eighteen year old bottoms. You can have me all for yourself, just write down the time and I'll go to your flat tonight. She handed it back to me, my heart was beating really fast. It said "eight pm-sharp". I was so excited, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful in her white lace trimmed blouse buttoned all the way to the top, her way too long skirt, her reading glasses, and her pinned up hair which she never lets down. She was driving me insane. I left to go get ready for our appointment.

I arrived at her door at eight p.m sharp full of anticipation. She opened the door and I was shocked. This couldn't be Miss Lauren, she looked stunningly beautiful. Soft brunette hair folded against her face, her lips were cherry red, no glasses and lots of skin. I never knew her breast were so full and her ass is so perfect. She must tie everything down before she leaves in the morning. She invited me in. I really liked her place, it had such a majestic feel to it. Plush burgundy carpet, lit candles, gold trim. She sat down next to me and began to run her hands through my hair. You always turn me on so much, my sweet dear she said. I loved the way her voice sounded, so relaxed and horny, unlike in school.

I know every inch of her body by heart. I know which lick turns her on the most. She loves to fuck me with her leather strap-on and I've grown to love it too. It all seemed like punishment when she first started using it on me. She had to gag me for my own good, I know that now, I made so much noise. No matter how much she licked and fingered my pussy it would hurt like hell. It took forever to get it all the way inside of me. I would go dry trying to handle her big cock. That's when she'd talk to me. She made me feel like taking her cock was the most beautiful and natural thing in the world. She made me look forward to taking all of her cock. She'd cum over and over again just trying to get it all the way inside of me.

For the rest of the year I spent more time with Miss Lauren than I did anywhere else. She disciplined and trained me to be her submissive love slave. Even when I'm married I will still belong to her. She taught me step by step how to worship and pleasure her entire body from head to toe. I never knew that I could get so turned on by giving someone else pleasure. I love the way that she controls me. The way she makes me belong to her. She controls even my orgasms when were together. I love the way that she taste. I feel so close to her but I know I'm not gay or even bi-sexual. There is no other woman that I feel attracted to. Only her and she only wants me. She's accepted my getting married but she says I'll regret it.

I remember she tested my loyalty one night. She tied me onto her wooden horse and it was my first time on it. I'll go into more detail shortly. First some words of devotion for my enchanted mistress. She is the most beautiful and sexy Mistress of all the universe. Mmmm! Okay!

If you don't know what a wooden horse is just picture me bent over with my ass up in the air. Completely unable to move. She gagged my mouth with a ball gag. Which gets overwhelming after a while. She banged her big hard leather strap-on into me over and over again. Plowing down inside of me, I wanted to scream. I wanted to get loose, I tried to get loose. I fought to get away in vain. I shook my head side to side and stomped my feet furiously. She never stopped. I felt myself lifting, lifting, out of my body. She banged that cock into me again and I literally saw stars. I know I passed out and came to, and everytime she was screwing me deep and hard into my pussy. Drilling me apart with her "fucking" tool. Finally I felt her approaching orgasm. The way she started fucking me harder but slower. She would go deep inside of me and then grind against me pleasuring her own clit. Then she came hard and spanked my ass for five minutes straight. I was pissed off and I wanted to come so bad. All that hard fucking and I didn't even cum. She left me there all night. She actually blew out all the candles and went to sleep. I was so exhausted that I must've passed out too. I woke up to the sun burning in on my face. I couldn't believe that I was in the same awful position with a gag in my mouth. I made up my mind to leave and never see her again. I rehearsed what I would say over and over again in my mind.

She finally walked into the room and began releasing me from her bondage position. She was talking to me, in such a sexy voice, it made me wet on the spot. I couldn't believe that she was still turning me on. She told me how proud she was of me and how much I turned her on. She removed the ball gag from my pouty lips and parted them with her silk tongue. Before I knew it I was in a trance all over again. I reached down in between my legs and my pussy felt strange. I looked down at it and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was at least four times it's normal size, my flower looked like a fat peach. I puffed and decided that I was leaving, I looked up and caught her watching me. "I'm sorry baby, that's what you bring out of me. I understand if you can't handle it. Make it easy for both of us, you can leave now and I'll never bother you again. She's wearing a black long night gown and the matching robe, her hair is down, and she has on no make up. I just want to belong to her. "If you stay" she went on "then there's no changing your mind. You will belong to me comepletely and permanently. Your life will always include me" she shrugged her shoulders in the sexiest non-chalant way. It drove me mad, made me horny, and pissed me off all at the same time. I stroked my swollen pussy in disbelief, and felt real sorry for myself. "Come in here, so I can make it feel better, baby" she sung from her bedroom. "You'll only hurt it again" I yelled back. "Yes, but not tonight sweetie, not tonight".

Damn, I thought it's gone this far already and who else can pamper my pussy right now except the one who did it. No one else would understand. Before I knew it I was sliding into bed next to her and needing her like I always will. Wanna laugh? Until this day my husband thinks that my swollen condition is due to a genetic allergy. That's what I told him (wink) and begged him to keep it a secret.